Wen Ruan opened the suitcase and hung her clothes back into the closet one by one.

The earl has been circling around her feet, rubbing her arm with his small head from time to time, and calling out in a milky voice.

Looks like she really misses her.

Wen Ruan was quite moved, so he stretched out his hand to pick up the Count and pressed it against his forehead: "You miss me?"

The earl cried out sweetly, stuck out his tongue and licked Wen Ruan's face, then jumped off her hand, bit her trouser legs and walked outside.

Wen Ruan sighed that all things have spirits, and pets can really heal people's hearts, and followed the Earl out.

Then she saw the earl rush to the side of the food box and put his head on the empty bowl, his cry was even sweeter than before.

"Meow-"

“…”

Wen Ruan took back the emotion just now.

Sure enough, it was carved out of the same mold as the master.

But even though she thought so, she still took out the cat food from the cupboard and poured it into the food box.

The earl wagged his tail and crunched the cat food.

Wen Ruan sighed helplessly, squatted down, followed the cat behind the earl, and then looked up at the empty living room.

She remembered the conversation with Xie Yanchi just now, lowered her eyes, and her thoughts rushed for a while.

No.

It can't go on like this.

So Wen Ruan gritted her teeth lightly, stood up and walked to the window sill, took a deep breath, and called her father's phone very seriously.

The phone was connected after a few rings.

In order to avoid being disturbed by her father's words, Wen Ruan decided to strike first, so she almost immediately said, "Mr. Wen Fengchen, I want to inform you of something."

"Note, this is a notification, not a discussion."

"Although I don't know what you are thinking about these days, I hope you will end my engagement with the young master of the Fu family immediately. I can now rely on my own ability to live independently, so I also hope You can choose who you like."

"I already have someone I like now, although he is just an ordinary prosecutor, and we are not together yet, but I have made a decision. I hope you can end the engagement immediately, so that Only then can I formally pursue the person I like."

Wen Ruan's words are very confident, and she admits that her words are clear and logical, and they are very deterrent.

She is very pleased with this statement.

There was a long silence on the phone.

After a long time, a slightly trembling female voice came: "Miss, Mr. Wen is in a meeting now, why don't you call me later, or I'll tell you now? "

“…”

Wen Ruan hung up the phone quickly, she was straight and full of anger just now, after hearing the voice of her father's office assistant, she squatted down in an instant, the whole human nest became a small Tuan, his face flushed red, as if he could only hear his heart beating violently.

After a long time, I finally couldn’t help—

"Ahhhhhh!"

It's a shame.

I actually shook all my bottoms in front of outsiders.

And in front of an office assistant!

A female assistant like this who is active in the gossip front line will definitely tell her good sister quietly after knowing this.

Good sister and tell good sister.

Round up, doesn't the whole company know that Miss Wen is going to chase someone? ?

When Wen Ruan thought of this scene, goose bumps appeared all over her body embarrassedly.

This is a real shame.

It's all the fault of the second young master of the Fu family, if I see him one day, I will definitely dismember him.

At this moment, a call came, Wen Ruan picked it up without even looking at it, and her tone was a little displeased because of what happened just now: "Hello? Is there anything?"

Fu Zhihuan whispered softly from the other end: "Why are you unhappy again?"

Wen Ruan immediately put away his depressed mood: "It's okay, it's just that the earl jumped and stepped on my hair just now."

"Well." Fu Zhihuan wrote lightly: "I'll go home and train it."

“…”

Wen Ruan suddenly became hoarse, she slowly buried her head in her arm, her cheeks slightly red.

This man is definitely seducing himself.

It's abominable.

Fu Zhihuan: "Are you at home?"

"Hmm."

"Can you bring me a document? On the desk in the study."

Wen Ruan replied ok, then went up to the second floor and opened the door of the study.

She subconsciously glanced at Tao Xun, who was placed on the table, and immediately retracted her gaze: "Is that the yellow file bag?"

"Yes, check if the date is the day before yesterday."

Wen Ruan held the phone between her shoulders, picked up the folder, and was about to look through it when she suddenly heard a cat meowing from the door.

She looked up and saw that the Earl was standing outside the door, and walked in.

"Wait, Count, you can't go into the study."

Wen Ruan subconsciously put down the thing in her hand, ready to walk to the count and carry it out.

There are too many fragile valuables in the study. Cats love to jump and climb, and they can easily break things.

Wen Ruan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart: "Wait a minute, don't jump—"

The tray at the bottom of the glass cover was originally close to the edge of the table, but now it was shaken like this, half of it slanted out of the boundary, and then fell to the ground because of gravity.

Wen Ruan reached out to help, but it was too late because of the distance.

"Bang-"

The glass cover fell to the ground and shattered.

"What's wrong, Wen Ruan?"

Fu Zhihuan's voice came from the phone on the table.

Wen Ruan squatted down and picked up Tao Xun from the broken glass.

Tao Xun has always been fragile. Although this time I was lucky, I didn't fall to pieces, but a crack crawled out of it, and a piece was broken at the blow hole.

"Wen Ruan?"

Fu Zhihuan's voice could be faintly heard in the handset of the mobile phone.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes and recalled the uneasy feelings in her eyes when Fu Zhihuan mentioned Tao Xun a few days ago, and the fact that she said seriously "it's for someone very important" The tone at the time of the word, my heart suddenly mixed up.

If Fu Zhihuan broke something that he gave to someone important, he would definitely be very angry.

Wen Ruan thought so, and after a long time she stood up, picked up her phone, and after a long silence said: "...Sorry, I didn't close the door of the study, the count put Tao Xun on the desk Got knocked off."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time.

Wen Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, only the sound of his own light breathing could be heard.

Her voice trembled slightly: "I'm really sorry, I can find good crafts..."

"Don't touch the glass."

After a long time, I heard Fu Zhihuan's steady and calm voice: "Is your hand scratched?"

Wen Ruan was slightly startled: "No."

"Well, that's fine." Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, and then said lightly: "It's okay, I'll let the temporary aunt deal with the glass fragments, don't touch it yourself, it's easy to get hurt."

Wen Ruan could hear that Fu Zhihuan had no intention of blaming himself.

But it made her inexplicably more uncomfortable. She carefully placed Tao Xun on the desk and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Wen Ruan, you don't have to apologize to me, it's not your responsibility."

Hang up.

Wen Ruan could hear that Fu Zhihuan's tone sounded understated, but he could still feel that he didn't care about this Tao Xun.

She took a deep breath, leaned down and carefully observed Tao Xun's appearance, then took out her mobile phone to take a photo, then opened Xie Yanchi's WeChat, and took the picture to the past.

[Wen Ruan]: Do you know any place where you can customize Taoxun?

[Xie Yanchi]: …Do you really take me as a tool person?

[Wen Ruan]: "transfer 50000.00"

[Xie Yanchi]: It's a big deal, let me ask you.

Fu Zhihuan hung up the phone, put the phone aside casually, closed his eyes against the wall, raised his hand and pinched his brow bone.

When I heard Wen Ruan say this, my reaction was much calmer than expected.

This is not a bad thing.

In the past, he always put Tao Xun in the most conspicuous place.

It is not so much a nostalgia, it is more like a knot in my heart that I have never let go.

It wasn't until today that Fu Zhihuan discovered it.

I don't know when to start, my life is not only the past.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zichen poured two glasses of water and handed one of them over: "I have a headache because of Peng Mengyin?"

"No."

Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes and took the glass of water: "Over the years, there are many people who hate me, don't worry too much about one of them."

Zhao Zichen laughed: "You can think about it."

He turned and leaned against the edge of the bed, took a sip of warm water, and said casually: "But I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen much of your family since college. If you have a car accident, why don't you tell your parents?"

"You are rude."

Zhao Zichen frowned and sighed: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to persuade you."

When it was time for the ward rounds, several doctors and nurses in white coats walked in and routinely checked the physical condition of Fu Zhihuan.

Zhao Zichen withdrew wisely and waited at the door.

After a long time, I suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the ward.

Zhao Zichen thought it was Wen Ruan, so he raised his head and subconsciously said, "The doctor is investigating..."

"Fu Jian has woken up?"

Peng Mengyin took a heat preservation bucket in his hand, glanced into the ward, and then the corners of his lips rose slightly, and the whole person seemed to have the gentle temperament of a good wife and mother: "Senior brother, I simmered some chicken soup and prepared some white rice porridge."

Zhao Zichen's words stuck in his throat.

Although Peng Mengyin does have a huge suspicion, this knowledge is based on Fu Zhihuan and his own speculation, and there is no evidence to prove that she is the murderer who planned the car accident.

It is not a good thing to deliberately scare the snake, or recklessly alienate it.

"Fu Jian just woke up from a car accident and needs to eat something nutritious, so I got up early this morning to prepare..."

While speaking, Peng Mengyin stretched out his index finger and gently wiped his cheek, his tone sounded a little cautious: "Master, won't you blame me for making your own decisions?"

“…”

Only then did Zhao Zichen know that what some women said would really have a feeling of being unable to be rejected.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from far and near, and then Wen Ruan walked over from the corridor.

She holds a folder in one hand and a food box in the other.

"Hey? Mr. Zhao, is this young lady your girlfriend?"

Zhao Zichen looked in the direction of Wen Ruan as if he saw the savior.

Peng Mengyin heard the familiar voice, her back froze, her eyes drooping imperceptibly, but after a while, she straightened up as if nothing had happened, turned her head, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Miss Wen Ruan."

Wen Ruan stood still in front of Peng Mengyin, glanced at her, and then the corner of her lips twitched, and she smiled generously: "Hello."

"Hello." Peng Mengyin nodded and said with a low smile, "But I'm still single now, not Mr. Zhao's girlfriend."

"Is that so?" Wen Ruan was thoughtful, she leaned down, took a close look at the heat preservation bucket in Peng Mengyin's hand, and said with a smile, "Is this for Fu Zhihuan? ?"

Peng Mengyin nodded: "Yes."

"What a coincidence." Wen Ruan smiled and raised the bento box in his hand: "I'm ready too."

Peng Mengyin pursed her lips, with a gentle smile on her face: "Then..."

"Then trouble this young lady to give me this opportunity." Wen Ruan still had a little smile in her eyes, she raised her index finger, put it between her lips, and made a low voice The hint: "No way, I'm chasing Prosecutor Fu, so you must understand?"

Peng Mengyin: "…"

The smile on Wen Ruan's face was just right, the kind that looked sweet and clean without being aggressive, making it impossible to refuse.

Peng Mengyin lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."

Wen Ruan squinted his eyes: "Thank you."

I don't have to know more about the white lotus than me.

I never lose.

The author has something to say: Calvinka has been super bad recently.

I feel much better after writing this chapter, I try to set a fixed update time from tomorrow.

I'm really sorry for making you wait for no fixed time!

I will speed up the adjustment!

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